Satanic Warmaster - Night of Retribution


The pyres burn in the distance for Satan 
Barking dogs in the woods are far away 
With my shield and sword worn with valour 
I smell the terror of the holy in the wintry night 

I stand at the fires, still my breath steams in the cold 
In the light of the fullmoon I mount my horse 
It's the night of retribution and christian holocaust 
From the pyres their screams call our old horn's return...

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